#8

I don't like dreams that make me weary the morning after. There I was, out with two people from my previous work - people I never talked to in real life. Of all the people I want to be with in my dreams, my subconscious chose them. I cannot remember what happened or why the three of us were even together, but I do vividly recall that when we parted ways, I went inside a room that I figured was a student hall.

College.

I stood there, confused. It was like a scene from a movie where the lead star stands in the middle and everything starts to spin. Dramatic like that.

I wonder if anyone in my dream knew I am almost 27.